I'm 19 years into this life of mine
I've gotten this far
I'm so quiet it's like I'm a mime
I'm trying to be a torch in the dark
I'm trying for everyone else
I just wish I could try for myself
I had a father but I won't get into that
I hate my body and the way I act
I'm not that bad, right?
I don't get into fights
I speak up for my friends
I don't speak up for myself
I'd rather suffer till the end
I'll do that before asking for help
I think I shouldn't
I know I would
I think I should
I know I wouldn't
I'm 19 years into this life
I'm still pretending everything's fine
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Author:
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- Published: April 17th, 2025 10:32
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Comments2
That existential crisis that many of us go through usually in our teens and sometimes much latter. A touching write
Thank you!
Excellent write
Thanks!!!
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